Day 2: West End

So it’s rainy and will be cold tonight, 34 degrees. I am, as often, woefully unprepared. If I could afford it, I would hire a moving company, once and for all, to have all my former time and space with me at one time and place–instead of, when I have time and the place to go thru all the chaos of the past 6 years, I don’t have things with me. When I am in a box in the city where I have settled, I have not the wherewithal to organize the details of a life, unravelled, by design? Whose? And if so, he/she is indeed a cruel overlord.

But that, I honestly don’t believe–save that story for another day. When will it be that I want to wake up, I rejoice in the day ahead, instead of a quiet dread (some days worse than others). Where did all the dreams go?

So I found OhNo! coffee shop, it’s on a side street amidst the brick and mortar. And it was your typical Maine coffee shop, in a little shack in the middle of houses, playing the radio. It reminded me of the coffee shop in Boothbay Harbor that was short-lived but that was part of that four-month recovery where I re-charged, in time to get kicked back down after 13 months in L.A.

And here I am again, in the weather I love, dark and rainy, like my mood. I woke up thinking, what do I really want? And, it always comes down to three, as if that were all we are allowed, per the genie. It was a home, a house, that was mine, a place for me and my loved one(s); the freedom and ability to travel (Paris always comes to mind, the one place I would love to see before this all ends) and I can’t recall the third. I think it had to do with not being financially beholden, strapped, being able to do what I want when I want.

That’s it for the morning pages. A discipline I can keep at, if I keep going to bed at 8:45 p.m. Unlikely. But the breaker is broken to the tv and I am still tired from my life in L.A.

yay, London rocks. I’ve been to Paris twice and both times it was like London but with French people. Same buildingymuseumy thing, same weather, same awful-to-awesome food depending on where you go. Paris is only a couple of hours’ train ride away, though, so maybe I should give it another chance?

However, coffee shops are generally great. I hear LA is a hub of coffee shop greatness.